Once when young my poetry rhymed
In strait-jacket were paired sounds timed
Like vulgar cash-cow rap today
Too many still think this way -
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Early on, I found free style poeming;
Later on, I was told it's rhythm:
I found where prose crosses into lyrics,
and there I play since.
For not conforming is the greater challenge,
as your passion beats and voice flows forth,
so ask me not when I no longer sound toddler,
it's time to speak as hearts mature and sensible.